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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.