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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
JFA,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.