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 Brunei and from New York.
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 Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.