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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.