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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.