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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.