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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Magma,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.