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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Wings to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
the Association,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.