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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Associates,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Faust,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.