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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.