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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.