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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.