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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Monks,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
New Order,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.