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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
PIL,
The Sound,
Interpol,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.