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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.