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 Syria and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.