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 Spain and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.