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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.