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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.