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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Fuzztones 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.