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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.