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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Names,
Magazine,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.