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 Malta 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.