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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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 Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.