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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.