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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
PIL,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.