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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All John Cale 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 disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.