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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
UT,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.