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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Index,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.