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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.