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 Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.