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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.