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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.