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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented 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?
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.