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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.