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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.