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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.