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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.