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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.