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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.