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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.