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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.