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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.