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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.