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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.