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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
MDC,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.