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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.