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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Index to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.