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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.