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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.