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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.