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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.