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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.