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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.