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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.