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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Fear,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.