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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Unwound to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.