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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.