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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.