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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
June Days,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
June of 44,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.