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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.