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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
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.