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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.