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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.