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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Television,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.