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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.