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 Dominica 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.