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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.