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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.