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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.