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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.