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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.