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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.