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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.