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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.