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 Pakistan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.