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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.