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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.