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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the grime 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.