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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Liliput,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.