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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.