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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.