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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.