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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.