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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.