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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.