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 Brazil 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.