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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.