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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.