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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.