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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.