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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.