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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.