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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.