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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.