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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.