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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Cymande,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.