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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.