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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.