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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.