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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.