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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Urselle,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.