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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Dead C to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Can,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.