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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.