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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.