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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.