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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.