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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Organ,
Pagans,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.