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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.