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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.