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 Ethiopia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.