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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.