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 Vanuatu 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.