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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.