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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.