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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.