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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.