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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.