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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.