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 Djibouti 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.