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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.