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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.