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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
The Gories,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
UT,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.