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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Audionom,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.