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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
ABC,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.