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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.