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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.