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 Saudi Arabia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.