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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.