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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.