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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Gong,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.