Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.