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 Papua New Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Model 500,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.