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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.