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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.