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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.