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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.