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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.