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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.