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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.