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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Zero Boys 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.