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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Index,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.