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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Gong,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.