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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.