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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.