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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.