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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.