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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Count Five 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.