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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Television,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.