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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.