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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.