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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.