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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.