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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Pole,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.