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 Finland and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Wire,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.