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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Organ,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.