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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.