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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.