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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.