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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.