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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.