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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.