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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.