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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.