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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.