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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.