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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.