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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.