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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.