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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.