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 Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Pole to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Brick,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.