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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.