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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Parry Music 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
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.