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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.