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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.