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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.