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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.