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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.