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 Kazakhstan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.