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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.