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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultravox 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.