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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators 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?
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Yaz,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.