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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.