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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Crime,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.