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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.