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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.