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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
JFA,
This Heat,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.