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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.