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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Scion,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.