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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.