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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.