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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.