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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.