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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.