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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.