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 Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear 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?
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.