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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.