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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Gong to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.