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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.