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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.