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 San Marino 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.