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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.