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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.