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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.