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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.