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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.