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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Skriet to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.