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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.