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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.