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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.