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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.