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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.