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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Television,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.