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 Sudan 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 808 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.