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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.