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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.