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 Nicaragua 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.