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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.