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 Kenya 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.