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 Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.