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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.