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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.