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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.