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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Can,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.