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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.