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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.