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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.