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 Morocco and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Mandrill,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.