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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.