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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Cowsills 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.