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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters 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?
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.