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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.