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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.