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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.