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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.