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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Can,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.