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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.