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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.