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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.