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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.