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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.