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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Television,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.