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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.