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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.