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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.