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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.