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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.