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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.