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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.