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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.