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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.