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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
ABC,
The Human League,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.