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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 American Breed to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.