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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.