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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.