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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Nico,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.