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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.