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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Grass Roots to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Magma,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.