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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.