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 Georgia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 marimba 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
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.