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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.