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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.