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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.