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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.