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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Wire,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.