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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.