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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Dead Boys 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.