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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
June of 44,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.