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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.