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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.