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 Papua New Guinea 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.