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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Make Up to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
The Human League,
The Names,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.