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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.