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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.