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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.