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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.