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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 the Sonics to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.