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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.