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 Brazil and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic 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?
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.