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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Magma,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.