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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Smog,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.