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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.