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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 UT to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.