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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.