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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.