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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Ludus 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Can,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.