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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.