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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.