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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.