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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.