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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.