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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.