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 Andorra and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.