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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.