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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.