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 Saudi Arabia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Flipper,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.