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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.