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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.