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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.