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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.