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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.