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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.