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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.