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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Magma,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.