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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.