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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.