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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.