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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.