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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
The Index,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Zapp,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.