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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.