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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.