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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.