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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Swans,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.