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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.