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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Television,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.