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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
The Move,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Qualms,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.