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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Brick,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.