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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.