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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.