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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.