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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.