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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.