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 Croatia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.