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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.