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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.