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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Franke,
X-102,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.