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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.