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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.