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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.