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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
MDC,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.