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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.