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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.