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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.