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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.