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 United States and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.