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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.