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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Japan,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
The Names,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.