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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.