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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.