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 Tanzania and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Organ,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.