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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.