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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.