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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.