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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.