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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.