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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.