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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.