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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.