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 Malta 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.