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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.