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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
DNA,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.