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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.