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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.