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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.