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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Index,
ABC,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.