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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
The Names,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.