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 Marshall Islands 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.