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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Duran Duran to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.