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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.