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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Can,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.