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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.