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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.