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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.