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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Index,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Oneida,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
X-101,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.