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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.