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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Gong,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.