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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.