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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.