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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.