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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.