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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.