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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.