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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.