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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Rakim,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.