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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.