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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 10cc to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
DNA,
Visage,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.