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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.