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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Pole,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.