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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.