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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.