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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Chrome,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.