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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
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.