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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.