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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Whodini,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.