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 Turkey 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.