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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.