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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.