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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.