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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.