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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.