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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Index,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.