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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blues Magoos to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Make Up,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.