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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
The Victims,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.