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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.