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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Can,
Kayak,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.