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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.