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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Television,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Nas,
cv313,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.