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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 The Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.