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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.