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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Can,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Faust,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.