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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.