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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
World's Most,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.