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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.