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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.