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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.