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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Swans,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Japan,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.