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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.