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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 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 The Selecter to the techno 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.