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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five 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?
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.