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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.