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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.