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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.