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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.