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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.