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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 clarinet 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.