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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.