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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.