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 Turkmenistan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wings to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Liliput,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Pagans,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.