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 Ireland 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 The Searchers to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.