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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.