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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
MC5,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.