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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
June Days,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.