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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.