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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Scion,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.