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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Houston and Houston.
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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Busters 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.