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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Standells to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.