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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
PIL,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.