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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Swans,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.