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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Human League,
Visage,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Roxette,
X-101,
Television,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.