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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Television,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.