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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.