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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.