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 Burkina and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.