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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Niagra,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.