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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.