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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.