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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.