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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.