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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.