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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.