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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.