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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.