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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.