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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.