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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.