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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the punk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Nico,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.