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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.