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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.