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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.