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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.