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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
The Busters,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.