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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.