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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.