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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.