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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Crime,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.