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 Georgia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.