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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.