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 Armenia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.