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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.