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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
The Standells,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.