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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.