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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.