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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
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The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.