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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.