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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.