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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.