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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Minutemen,
Can,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.