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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.