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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.