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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.