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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.