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 France and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.