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 Korea North and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.