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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.