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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.