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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.