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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.