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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.