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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
UT,
cv313,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.