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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Visage to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.