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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Monks,
Slave,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.