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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.