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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Jandek,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
X-102,
ABBA,
Zapp,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.