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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.