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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugazi to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.