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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Smog,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.