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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.