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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.