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 Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.