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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.