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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.