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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.