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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.