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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.