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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.