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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
AZ,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.