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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.