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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.