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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.