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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
The Index,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.