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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.