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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
New Order,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.