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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.