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 Sweden 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.