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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.