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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.