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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
CMW,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.