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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.