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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.