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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.