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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Index to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.