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 Brazil 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Brick,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.